This is the seasonof the televised memorialFame cameand pissed into the urinalThe truth be toldwhile everything is on hold.They broke the moldand now the universe unfoldslike a napkinIt's time to take a nap kidsand dream of a futurebecause the past uses streamsof water as tortureand you don't wanna lookbecause your fearsare keeping you from staresunawarethat the worst things are here.And we are blind to simple goodalways acting on shouldsforgetting what we couldif we triedbut we are dead inside,and our prideblinds us of what's inside.Our souls,we no longer feel whole,we feel out of controland what we do to take it backis often more whackthan if we had waitedfor the seasons to change.Instead, we rearrangethe deck chairs on the titanicand then together we will panic.Cuz we are all going downto crazy town.